Style is the imprint of what one is on what one does. René Daumal I rolled into Leadville at 9 p.m., ordered a large pizza over the phone, and slowly pedaled my way through town in a light drizzle. I parked Japhy under the awning to drip-dry, sucked down a coke, and layered in all my feathers. My body felt weary from a full day of riding, and the prospect of another cold night loomed ahead. I wrapped my last two slices in foil for breakfast, and as I readied myself to leave one of the staff offered me a spot to crash. “We often let ‘packers pitch a tent or something in the back after hours. You’re welcome to hang if you’d like.” I thanked him, but declined knowing I’d brought too little for a comfortable night’s sleep in the rain. I liked his use of the word ‘packers for it is void of qualifiers of speed or craft - a more leveling term for the itinerant. My chosen style required movement to stay warm and what better place to exercise my commitment than the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Regardless of the tool - my feet, two wheels, a camera, or a pen - my interest lies in fostering a deeper relationship and understanding of place. Style is a perspective. Story from a ride, photos from a run. All analog.